Freedom

 

Freedom

[free-duhm]     Example Sentences Origin

noun

1. the state of being free  or at liberty rather than inconfinement or under physical restraint: He won his freedomafter a retrial.

2. exemption from external control, interference, regulation,etc.

3. the power to determine action without restraint.

4. political or national independence.

5. personal liberty, as opposed to bondage or slavery: a slavewho bought his freedom.

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Origin: 

Before 900; Middle English fredom, Old English frēodōm. See free-dom

Related forms

non·free·dom, noun

o·ver·free·dom, noun

un·free·dom, noun

Synonyms 

1. Freedom, independence, liberty refer to an absence of undue restrictions and an opportunity to exercise one’s rights and powers. Freedom  emphasizes the opportunity given for the exercise of one’s rights, powers, desires, or the like: freedom of speech or conscience, freedom of movement. Independence  implies not only lack of restrictions but also the ability to stand alone, unsustained by anything else: Independence of thought promotes invention and discovery. Liberty,  though most often interchanged with freedom,  is also used to imply undue exercise of freedom: He took liberties with the text. 

 There are a few hours of celebration of today’s 4th of July, 2012 Independence Day celebrations left.  Fireworks explode like cannon fire in 3 locations North, South and West around my front patio.

Were my mother alive, she’d remind me about becoming an American Citizen after marrying an American Soldier and having two girls with him.  My dad’s family were contracted by Spreckel’s Sugar in 1917 to be workers in the Maui Sugar plantations as indentured servants.  They met on the ship ride across from the Philippines to Maui.  Fell in love.  My grandmother faced grave problems raising 4 young boys while my grandfather’s Tuberculosis in the 1920s isolated him for the next 25 years in and out of Maui and State of Hawaii sanitarium’s for TB treatment.  My grandmother had a hard life and ended it hard, with finality, with 4 little boys surviving out of the kindness of friends, family and the Catholic parish on that side of the island.  .

My mother’s side were Franco loyalists before, during and after the Spanish Civil War.  She had very bad PTSD as an adult from all of her trauma experienced as a child darting between bullets and death in the streets of Madrid, Alcocer and Toledo.  Most of the males in the family, shy my mother’s father who was a shoe maker and pacifist, were shot and killed in the village church squares.

I became who I am today from being raised by two very passionate individuals where personal freedom and service rested side by side.  My father served in the ARMY.  My Uncle Joe was a Navigator during Vietnam.  Another uncle, had a very challenging time (also ARMY).

I actually held my hand up to the Intake Captain of Arms and joined Airborne PSY-OPS the same year Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell was put into place, and directly before leaving to Basic Training.  I could not negotiate living a life of duplicity as a queer rights and HIV/AIDS activist at the time, so my opportunity to serve in the ARMY was dissuaded.  Instead, I served 2 years in the National Service Corps as a Housing Navigator and learned all about permanent supportive and transitional housing measures.

When I think about the 4th of July nowadays, I think of the everyday Heroes serving in the military overseas, and the tens of thousands of activists, advocates working to secure personal freedom and achieve dreams… for Courage, Honor, Integrity and fighting the Good Fight.

For all of this, I’m grateful to these men and women that offer us freedom.

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  1. A great piece of patriotic fever Jen?

    Freedom is a different reality for different tribes apparently?

    In Phnom Penh Cambodia, one can walk up the stairs to the Foreign Correspondents Club, where Caucasians like to feel at home.

    On those stairs there is the classic photo of a young Asian woman holding her dead child, skin pealing from her napalmed body.

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ev2dEqrN4i0

    I stood for thirty minutes contemplating that photo & how I could have been part of that atrocity in the name of FREEDOM. I’d just missed out on Australian national service by one day.

    Not one foreign devil noticed that photo, in the 30 minutes I loitered there, and I suspect not many do, preferring to head straight for the comfortably numb bar upstairs.

    Not many foreign devils get involved in helping to clean up the 80 million unexplored bombs left behind in Laos either, to busy resting in armchair notions of FREEDOM?

    What struck me most about that iconic photo was the notion “we did this,” and for what? FREEDOM?

    American’s are fervently patriotic, yet most of the world’s people, can’t help but wonder if there is a silent refrain to that heartfelt plea, “God bless America! & go …. everybody else?”

    Hope its been a great Dependence Day,

    Don’t forget the Medication:))